Psykgi had heard something in the wall, and had been about to let someone know about it, when things began to happen very fast. First, there were shouts – the sounds in the wall did, indeed mean something. Second, Leeroi was alerted and apparently the place was on fire??? Psykgi didn't want to be caught in that, and so, for many reasons, she did not resist being grabbed and dragged by her moirail.
And then there were shots. Psykgi was feeling a little overwhelmed at this point, and was not happy about it – that was something she clearly needed to work on. By the time she was able to really assess the scene, it was over.
”Wow.” she said, giving Leeroi's hand a squeeze. ”Wow.” There was really nothing more to say. She'd have to ask him what, exactly, had happened, but that could come later over something warm and tasty...
Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 10:52 pm
"That. Was. AWESOME!" Leeroi looked up at Puchen with stars in his eyes. "You got them, you really did! You got the bad guy!" He bounced up and down, waving his hands excitedly. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a bit. "I mean that was so cool! They were all like pew pew and I was like whoa. And then Tigwyn got shot and I was like that sucks, he was kind of cool. But then you came in and I was like aaaa, it's her and then you shot Erilyn and and and..." Leeroi trailed off, feeling the weight of Psykgi's hand on his.
He looked down, fidgeting with his hands. Shyly, he looked back up at Puchen, a blush apparent on his face. "It was really cool..." He reiterated. He paused for a moment, just looking at the major. Then an afterthought came to him.
"Oh, yeah, this place is on fire," He said, turning to the rest of the trolls in the room. He raised his voice so even those outside could hear. "This place is on fire! Everyone should take their important stuff and get out now!" He cast a glance over Comedi's body, looking at the papers Erilyn had dropped in the fight. What could have been so important about them? Giving a little goodbye salute to Puchen, he scrambled over to the papers and gathered them up, making sure they weren't losing more important evidence.
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"... Oh!"
Pleasantly surprised, Elidae creaked the door open in full, taking a step into the doorway. This was... not what she had anticipated, but much better than what it could have been. Many screens lined the walls of the tiny block, feeding clips of what looked to be inside of Erilyn Awassi's hive. There was... so many. How many cameras did she have set up in here? Before she could get a better look, suddenly her hand was being pulled.
"AHH! L-Leeroi? No, h-hold on a sec!" Elidae stammered, wringing herself from his grasp. She noted his urgency, the mention of a fire(!!), and the fact that out of everyone else, he chose her and Psykgi to pull along with him. While she had not a clue what his relationship with the friendly redblood was, she felt an ache of liking in her pumpbiscuit. "I'll follow after you, okay?" She called cheerily, allowing him and Psykgi to follow everyone else running and screaming, including Tigwyn Ioyana and Mapuye Puchen, then turned back to the tealblood.
"I don't... really know what all of this is, but it could be important." Giving a sweeping look over the room, her lips curved in a tight, but empty grin. "Would you like to stay behind and check this out? You're super smart and stuff, I'm sure you could find some important information." Putting her hand on the other girl's shoulder, Elidae gave it a light squeeze, her smile becoming warmer and kind. "If there's anyone who can do a good investigation, its you." She paused.
"Leeroi mentioned something about a fire though." Looking behind her into the corridor, Elidae's brows furrowed. "I don't want you getting hurt. Be safe." She learned in and placed a gentle kiss on Hemera's cheek, the second time for the night, then gave her hand a tight squeeze. "Catch up later, okay?" And with that, she took off.
Her small steps were brisk and light, the blade Sarcel had given her still twirled lightly in her hand. The others were ahead of her, but she was soon catching up. Hearing three gunshots, a raspy gasp escaped her chest as her pace quickened. Oh no. Oh no. Something was happening. Something was happening. But did she want to be there? What kind of scene would she stumble upon? A final shot was heard, and when she finally arrived...
There were trolls in the large, lavish respiteblock, some anticipated, some a definite surprise. The Empress and Puchen were to be expected, however... Tamiya and Eostre both seemed to have taken a shot. Comedi's body laid in front of a wide open window across the block, covered in papers. Rushing over to the two highblood teens, she felt determined to help, but then... "Oh. Oh my gosh, Eridia! A-are you-" Staring, Elidae's eyes widened at the light spray of orange blood on the purpleblood. Frantically looking around the room, she spotted the rightmost window, shattered and covered in... "Who's blood is that?" She questioned, as if her eyes deceived her. "What's going on?" Stepping to the window, she gazed silently at the jagged glass dripping with orange blood, a strange familiarity to the color upon closer inspection. At first, her whole body stilled eerily as she watched the crashing waters, feeling the cool ocean breeze. Then, her lip trembled. "No... No. Where is he?" Choking back a sob, she kept her back to the rest of the room, body shaking. Her arms curled in on themselves as she suddenly became aware of the situation, dropping the blade somewhere beside her feet. Tigwyn was the first person she met at the beginning of the night, gifting him a flower for fun and sharing a polite, but silly conversation. Now... where was he? She wondered if he kept it-
"That. Was. AWESOME!" The sudden outburst roused confusion, but soon she grew to become horrified.
"This isn't... this isn't... this isn't..." Elidae found herself repeating words like a broken record, eyes wild and wide with shock, as she gazed at Leeroi, flouncing around showering Puchen with praise. Suddenly, she felt devoid of affection, her whole being bubbling over with anguish and rage. Even as she swallowed, a pesky lump in her throat remained, every inch of her heating up, hands balled into fists. She wanted to say something. She wanted to say something so bad. Regardless, she stayed silent, not knowing what to do with herself.
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Cool was not typically in Psykgi's vocabulary and not a word Psykgi wouldnormally use to describe anything, but okay. Major Puchen shooting Awassi, Tigwyn getting shot, the barrelling action of the night as told by Leeroi... Cool could be an apt word. Intense could also be an apt word. When things were more settled, though – when she was back at her hive and not at the party, she knew that the real question on her thinkpan would be why. She wished she'd had more time to investigate – to really investigate – before all this had happened. Then, maybe, she'd know the answer...
Oh, hey, papers.
Those are probably important she thought a little snidely to herself. She joined Leeroi in gathering them up because, well, fire was coming. Considering Leeroi's my main important thing here, she thought, I'll have to get him out. because, although surely he wouldn't stay in a burning building, there was a chance he might for whatever perfectly valid reason.
Which was where his sidekick came in, helping him collect this evidence and making sure he didn't get himself roasted...
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Azrael had only just got there to see the events unfold, he didn't even have time to react and try to save Eridia. Everything seemed to slow down a considerable amount and he couldn't seem to push himself any faster. Three gunshots were fired and he watched as Tigwyn took the shot and did something like a disturbing dance before falling through the window and out of sight. He couldn't stop his run and found himself looking through the window to see if there was any sign of the trolls that were just infront of him moments ago. He didn't bother with comedi's body or investigating the papers. He hadn't made any connection with those trolls, wasn't it reasonable to feel indifferent? Even then he could feel a sinking in his stomach and a prickle in his eyes. Azrael whiped his eyes and turned back to Eridia who now had Elidae with her. He took shaky steps towards the purpleblood and hugged her. "E-Eridia, I'm so---," he chocked ignoring the fresh blood on his friend. "I'm so glad you're okay,,"he felt tears spill from his eyes for the second time that night. "I was so scared that you would get hurt and... you could have been killed,... that's messed up,"
After his few lines, he pulled back from his hug and stared Eridia in the face trying to see any hints as to what to do next. After a moment, he turned his attention to Elidae and put a hand on her shoulder as he sniffled. "Don't think too much about what Leeroi said, you'll only find yourself unnecessarily disturbed by him," the young blueblood shook his head and looked at Leeroi. "Otherwise, say what's on your mind Elidae, I think... that's better than just letting it fester,," Azrael's voice at this point, was low and soft to keep his own emotions from boiling over to an unbearable degree. Fat lot of good it did him, he was already a mess of tears And it was having a hard time holding onto his indifferent mask, especially where Eridia was concerned. He turned back to the purpleblood, He needed to tend to his friend and make sure that she didn't sustain any wounds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 4:05 am
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“Yeah,” Kursha replied, hand on the door frame. “A dead guy.” A foul stench filled his nose and his face wrinkled. Perhaps Awassi had done something to hasten the decomposition process. He could not imagine why. Then he heard the voice of a second blueblood behind him. He glanced back to see Sarcel, smudges of blue smeared across her cheeks. He was half-tempted to respond with a snarky remark, but it did not feel right. Instead he simply shrugged and peered around the doorframe in case the greenblood lurked somewhere in the shadows.
No sooner had he done so than he heard a cry from down the hall. He turned so fast, his blade nearly found a hope in Sarcel's throat. Lowering the weapon, Kursha barreled down the hall after Tigwyn and Regina. Then gunfire sounded, and out of reflex he threw himself flat against the wall. A moment later, there was a crash of shattering glass. As he craned his neck out to locate the shooter, Regina barked an order to Puchen who still stood by the stairs. Before he could so much as think to intervene, the blueblood unleashed a deadly bullet. He made it to the door frame just in time to see the greenblood tip through the window.
Pushing past Eostre, Tamiya, and Eridia, Kursha went to the place where Awassi had disappeared. He blinked and his pupils morphed into crosshairs. Scanning the rocks and the waves, he searched for the shape of the greenblood. Nothing but dark waters lay below. “Tch.” He scowled, tucking his knife back into his boot. Bodies simply did not disappear. If anything, the evening had honed his sense of scepticism.
Hearing Elidae pipe up behind him, Kursha pulled away from the window. “Awassi's gone,” he answered. “Out the window, thanks to the major there. Whether or not...” There was a thump, as the blade Elidae held dropped to the carpet. Kursha paused mid-sentence, looking at the yellowblood for the first time. Her entire body shook.
“He...?” he echoed. His gaze flitted across the room. Who was missing? He counted Leeroi and Azrael, though the latter's yellowblooded companion was absent. Then it struck him: the orangeblooded adult. He glanced back towards the window. Sure enough, orange blood stained the edges of the glass. With a grimace, he looked outside once more. He had neither seen Awassi nor Ioyana the last time, but maybe... No. They were gone.
Leeroi shouted about a fire and Kursha drew his head back inside the window. Time to get going. With another glance around the room, he realised that not everyone might have been up to skedaddle. Eostre and Tamiya had both taken a shot, and then Elidae appeared to be in the midst of a nervous breakdown. What a ******** mess.
Moving with a quick stride, Kursha approached the trembling yellowblood from behind. He reached as though to touch her shoulder and then seemed to change his mind. He crossed his arms, following her gaze over to Leeroi. “Oi. Come on,” he said. He spoke in a low tone. “We've gotta move. We'll talk later. Hang in there just a little bit longer, all right? Hey Tam! D!” Raising his voice, Kursha went to the two highbloods. “You fit enough to haul a** out of here, or am I gonna need to roll you out the door?”
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Aconan had hung back, hearing the footsteps in the walls and had called for the others - but she'd quickly been pushed past by two teens and the young highblood - all of which had rights to. Still, when the shots rang out she yelped and pushed forward too - just in time to catch the conclusion of the night's events.
Every guest was dead, except Puchen and (thankfully) the Queen. It left Aconan feeling slightly numb. There had been a lot of blood, tonight. She looked over at the three who'd been shot at. The two teens had a bullet hole each, and Eridia was on the floor. Eridia...she was the one that had been close to Gerard. As if in a dream, Aconan found herself walking over to the highblooded youngest and bowing as low as she could.
"Excuse me, Miss Tsifer, are you okay? If not I have medical expertise. Either way I have information to impart to you. Whilst we were chasing Awassi, I entered the armory. It appears Comedi, perhaps under instructions from his traitorous moirail or perhaps not, killed Gerard and stuffed him into the medical chest."
Aconan was very pale, and her eyes were glassy, her voice almost emotionless in tone. Loupsus was almost on top of her in his worry, whining softly in worry for his charge.
"I apologise for your loss."
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 5:01 am
Elidae had been rather cautious compared to some other trolls opening doors. Mera felt a warmth of pride among the pumping fear. The yellowblood had stepped all the way in, and suffered no ill effects. Mera, following after, hadn't either. She stood in amazement and wonder at the screens, the print-outs...the security here was absolutely stunning. Awassi was a mastermind.
Mera walked in a bit further, and started paging through the prints. Why these moments? Of these trolls? These events? She had only flipped through a couple before Leeroi came in, pulling Elidae off. The nerve! Her face flushed with anger at the interruption, and choosing to take the one person she had here. Elidae, however, soothed that quickly. Compliments, sincerity. "Please stay safe!" Hemera called after her friend before she was gone again.
A fire. A fire! Pagoni clucked and fluffed. He was going to burn for sure if they stayed! And Hemera...!
"Yes, yes, but these..." Mera went through the prints, scanning each with a quick once-over, then again, trying to commit them to memory. She had to remember them enough to report something later! Why did Awassi have photos of everyone upon entry?
Gun shots. Mera tore her attention away. They weren't safe yet; not from violence, and the fire was spreading. She had to move! Mera folded and tucked away what she could; certainly the picture of herself if nothing else, then rushed out.
For a moment, Eostre was steeled and ready, fists up, since she had found Awassi, with Comedi's body! But then, the sounds of bullets filled the air and in the close quarters of the room, she felt a burning sensation in her side. She looked up at the orangeblood adult, in time to see him get shot trying to save the little purpleblood she spoke to earlier from receiving a similar fate.
The rest seemed a bit of a blur as the pain came. The queen filed in, and ordered Awassi shot, and bodies tumbled out the window. The other children she'd been right behind came in... she glanced at Tamiya, who had been standing right beside her just a moment ago. She dropped her brass knuckles and fell to her knees as the pain suddenly became to great to stand with anymore. She held onto the wound that burned with sharp pain, and felt it was wet with her blood, staining the borrowed gloves and her pretty dress. God, it hurt so bad. Worse than broken bones or a punch to a sensitive piece of anatomy, or any other wound she'd sustained thus far. Her eyes tried to hold back tears while she tried to call for help.
"T-Tamiya..." She felt like she was going to black out. The blueblood (and god, there was so much blue blood, it felt like) struggled to keep awake, and saw trolls pass her by and come to her. But one voice in particular she recognized. Kursha! Her voice trembled in a way she hadn't heard since she used to trick trolls with a weak persona. God, how she wished she was faking this. "I-I don't thi...ink... ********> she groaned. Moving seemed to make it worse.
She didn't think she was going to die. But it did hurt like hell, and the hive was on fire and this was now officially the worst party she'd ever gone to, even if it had previously been the most exciting. She got ******** shot!
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:07 am
Everything happened oh so slow....
Eridia remembered she was running after the murderer Awassi, who began to fire at the ones closer to them. One shot for the teenage blueblood whom she talked to before the trial, another for a mirthful juggalo and the third one was for her-- for Eridia had her own bullet. To whom it may concerned, that was the message it convey and she needed to avoid such thing but how could she? Eridia was just a child. Was she going to accept her fate, and die in the hands of a murderer? The bullet traveled faster as that did not helped much if she and it were heading straight towards each other. The noise made her pump biscuit jump, but hearing a gun shot was a good thing. If it’s on target, it kills you before you ever hear the sound of the shot and even if she was the target, the bullet claimed another life and out the window he went. Speckles of orangeblood was on her. Warm, like hot chocolate, it felt weird having someone else's fresh blood all over you instead of your own. Nothing made sense, why did he take the bullet? Her mind represented chaos itself, she invoked the feeling. He disliked her, he couldn't stand her when they first met. She wasn't worth his salt, she didn't have anything according to him. No reason, no respect.... Eridia was rude to him, she even purposely ignore him throughout the entire night. So why?
Chaos came without order. The bullet had her name not his. She couldn't cry, Eridia couldn't even move. The child was stunned as well as Lovedad who approached his charge feeling uttermost guilty for letting her come to this party in the first place. This was all his fault for not taking better care of her. She was messed up after the swamp events now... she was lost, definitely. Eridia could hear Elidae asking for Tigwyn. Ah, she remembered how she curtsied at him. So unrefined was the little yellowblood. The child wanted to tell her about his death, she wanted to fire a bullet to Elidae's soul just like the one which was fired towards her. Why did Eridia had to be the one to suffer? She could just give that to Elidae and everything would be ok. She was easily consumed in connections.... pathetic. The highblood couldn't laugh and only stood there rigid as ice.
Can't you see it's Tigwyn's? He's dead.
Then Azrael came towards her and even hugged her. Nothing was said by her part. It was all part of the act wasn't it? He wanted to destroy every bit of saneness she had left, they told him so. Surely the had. They were all out to get her just because they hated her. No matter.... She had Gerard.
I hate you, I hate everyone get away now....get away....
Aconan's approach was rather introductory-less but at least she bowed as a lowblood should. It was a good thing she wanted to interrogate her about Gerard's whereabouts. Was everyone determine to approach her and check if she was fine? Hypocrites, they were all hypocrites. Yeah I'm fine. The words never escaped her lips nor her pupils moved. I don't need anyone's help, all I need is Ger--
"It appears Comedi, perhaps under instructions from his traitorous moirail or perhaps not, killed Gerard and stuffed him into the medical chest."
She was still. The words repeated themselves infinitely.
"You... are lying..... He is not dead....." Eridia had her hand were her bloodpusher was supposed to be. And she seemed like she was holding its pieces close to her. She was now being delusional, having this subtle ability to warp actual circumstances into something different, Eridia lips trembled wanting to scream and shout.
When Eostre went down, Tamiya dove after her. A splitting, searing pain erupted in her chest as another shot rang out. She was hit. The feeling was familiar from the rebel caves, but it was something you could never quite get used to. As Tamiya dully gauged whether or not it had hit her organs or not, she found herself sprawled over top of her blueblooded companion. “Eostre, let me…” She managed. Tamiya’s face contorted in pain.
“Purify… I have… To touch you…” She hissed. It was fate that she had received her new appendages when she did. They were some kind of magic, healing magic. In actuality, they served as energy injectors – military standard. When this was explained to Tamiya, of course, she had brushed it off as miracles, telling the drones not to give her some “******** science fingers”. The artifact was heaven-sent now. Tamiya crawled over Eostre and examined her side, pulling apart her dress were the wound was rapidly bleeding. Her own wound had begun to take its toll. At last the heavy, layered material of her get-up was stained from the dark plum blood of the juggalo. As it began to seep and glisten, Tamiya’s breaths became more labored. She chanted quietly and intensely, eyes closed in both prayer and pain as clipped exhales brushed against Eostre’s exposed wound.
Finally, Tamiya brandished her reticulated fingers. With a slow motion she drew close to Eostre and hummed. The cold point of her index finger would provide anesthetic, the wound tingling and becoming numb, and afterwards her middle would accelerate the healing process just like a miracle. The deed was done. One of Tamiya’s eyes closed in pain. She let out a quiet hiss and reached out to hold Eostre’s hands. The pain was nothing. They would survive, and succeed, together. Getting up was the next tricky part. Tamiya fought off the shock of her open wound with incidental visions of bloodshed. Her eyes dimmed and reddened as she grunted and shakily stood, hands becoming as ashen white as her make-up.
The situation sank in. Brother Comedi was dead. Tamiya shook violently and emitted a pained howl as the thought hit her like a runaway scuttlebuggy. Her unrestrained cry sent her stumbling to him, falling over as her vision rapidly shifted from hot red to melting darkness. It was surprisingly fortuitous that Tamiya lost consciousness before losing control of her powers, with the exception that her tall, heavily clothed limp form was quite difficult to evacuate.
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A lack of retort was probably better than getting one. Sarcel didn't pay much mind to it, peeking behind the door herself. Of course, she smelled it before anything else, one decaying seadweller laid to a ginger rest. Well, at least they knew he was dead. She supposed she shouldn't be content with that realization, but what was done was done. It wasn't like anyone could change it.
Her head turned at the sudden cry, though her peripherals caught the movement of something else, something sharp, "W-Watch it!" she hissed quietly, not that it mattered. Kursha was bolting down the hall, and honestly Sarcel wasn't that far behind him, body moving on instinct. The gunshots made her body slam against the wall, chest rising and falling with deep breathes as silence filled the hallways. Kursha ended up moving before her.
She steeled herself. By the time she rushed through the doorway, everything was chaotic.
She didn't know where to focus her attention first, the situation honestly overwhelming. There was a broken window, Comedi's body, children were crying and... who was Kursha talking to? Tam? D—? Her gaze snapped over to the two highbloods, trying her best not to gawk. She had to be strong. Puchen was present among the other trolls, Regina, so many other unfamiliar faces, mostly the kids... she sucked in a breath when someone mentioned fire. ********, this wasn't good.
The impact of the orange blood was lost on her. Her focus was on the injured, though by the time she made it to the wounded Eostre she found... that she wasn't as injured as she thought. It was Tamiya's limp body that sent her mind spiraling with questions. What the hell had happened here? There would be time to ask questions later.
"E-Eostre! Status?" she could see the small blueblood drenched in her own blood, but she seemed mostly shaken. Any fears in the back of Sarcel's mind were quelled with the continuous thought that they were both strong, they were all strong—herself, Eostre, Miss Aiguma. They would both survive, Sarcel was confident in this. She just had to make sure they got the necessary help, and well, there Sarcel was confident in herself.
If only Alifax was here. He had first aid expertise, didn't he? Maybe he was in some other part of the hive. Hell, if it wasn't for the cigarettes, she might have assumed he was partially responsible for the fire. She smiled wryly; he was more responsible than that, she knew. He made it out okay, with how cautious she knew he was. The tricky part was everyone else trapped up here.
Patting Eostre on the shoulder, she went to investigate Tamiya, who seemed... unconscious, ********. Where was she even trying to...? Her gaze found Comedi's body again. Who had killed him? Was it Puchen, revolver still gripped in her hand. Had... Erilyn killed him? Their own moirail...? She didn't know for sure, but the thought was still sickening. Murmuring a small, respectful farewell, she reached up and touched the fringe of his mirthful collar, tearing a small piece off. She felt pretentious to assume, but Sarcel had learned enough how it felt to have an idol fall, have them tarnished. Tamiya probably felt the same pain. She tucked the white purple-striped cloth into her jacket, held close by the knife.
"Listen up!" Sarcel's voice wavered a little, but she cleared it. There was an old, familiar urge to stutter there, but she couldn't let it consume her, "We need to work on evacuating, now. I need you all to get organized in the center, I'm doing a headcount," she paused, trying not to look nervous as she glanced around the room; she was merely surveying. It was like the incident with Gerard, how she hoped someone would take her seriously. There had been some then, there would be some now, she had to believe in this. "If you're still young enough to be lusii-chaperoned, pair up. I know a lot of you are shaken up by this, but a lot of you aren't. Find someone who isn't, stick together." her gaze came to rest on Elidae in the crowd, and Eridia too. Leeroi caught a glimpse, and she made a mental note to herself, "Anyone older and more able-bodied, help me with the injured. No one gets left behind." Sarcel sucked in a breath, making sure to catch Puchen's eye contact at least once.
Part of her felt like it wasn't her place to be speaking up, barking orders, not when she had superiors here. Puchen would be a better fit, Her Majesty would be a better fit, even Kursha who she knew had the respect of many present in the room. Her lipped twitched. She wasn't going to back down. She was rattled, but she would let herself crumble under anxiety and pressure until later, once they were out of here safely. Her nerves might have been shot, but when weren't they? It was probably what was helping to push her forward.
"Any questions? Get moving!" She wasn't about to let herself falter, the gaze she threw towards Regina was... careful, and very short lived. If the queen found issues with her attempt to take charge, Sarcel was sure she'd know about it. As it was, things needed to be resolved first. She was about to turn back to Tamiya's form, but the broken record chatter of Elidae caught her for a moment. She bit her lip at the other blueblood child again.
"And you." She was so ******** done with kids, cold glare focused on Leeroi as she singled him out, "Show a little more ******** respect."
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Eostre didn't resist the weight or assistance of Tamiya, not that she would have had the strength to do so as the pain sapped her will and regrettably her strength. She removed her hand from the bullet hole, and furrowed her brows. The blueblood watched with shallow breaths as Tamiya tore her dress and touched her wound, and noticed the blooming stain of purple on Tamiya's clothes. "Tamiya... Tamiya," she murmured, reaching weakly for her chest where the blood seeped through."You..." She got shot too. Tamiya's breaths and prayers on her skin felt warm and strange, her whole body felt too warm. Those fingers, that she had teased Tamiya about at the beginning of the party were now saving her. Something she wouldn't have expected. And Tamiya to save her, also not something she would have expected... but she appreciated nonetheless.
She smiled, and savored the numbness that came over her injured side, welcome from the searing pain. Tamiya was in pain too, but... but she couldn't stay awake much longer. She felt Tamiya's hands in hers, and briefly lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes. Tamiya was slumped over the body of the Juggalo, and Sarcel was here. Frantic and asking how she was. It took her a moment to process the question.
"I-I got shot by Awassi. Tamiya too... And the orangeblood adult, he..." She glanced out the window, and saw the blood splatters. "T-Tamiya took care of me. I-I'm alright now." Her voice still shook, and she wasn't fully healed just yet, but she didn't want to seem any weaker than she seemed now. She nodded at Sarcel when she patted her shoulder. The blueblood had to sit for a moment, while whatever healing miracles Tamiya gave her worked. If she tried too hard she could re-open the wound or worse, pass out again.
When Sarce finished her speech, Eostre grabbed her by the arm, and used her as leverage to stand up again. She tried to not lean too much on the other blueblood girl, but she had no choice. "Tamiya needs us,"she said quietly. She looked down, seeing the gaping hole in her dress on her right side where she was shot. Turning back to Sarcel she looked solemn, and for once, sincere. "You're pretty good at this."
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and basically not pathetic at all!
Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 2:09 pm
Azrael was on edge when Kursha had approached his, Eridia's and Elidae's position, his body tensed as he waited for something to happen. All he heard was Kursha talking to Elidae and then yell to the two highbloods, this sent a monumental amount of relief through the young blueblood and he quickly eased up. Azrael continued to study Eridia until Aconan came up and mentioned Gerard. Azrael looked at Aconan with confusion, what did Eridia have to do with that troll? He never did find out any particulars on that so he just remained confused until Eridia cried out. This was the first thing he'd heard from her since their argument earlier that evening. He concluded that she was probably in a state of shock from what had just happened to Tigwyn and the news of Gerard didn't make it any better. But right then, they had other things to worry about. He looked around to see who he could get out of there.
He caught sight of the nice blueblood that had dragged him out of the room with the gas, she had been shot. He couldn't help with a gunshot wound, but the troll with the facepaint from that evening was able to do something? He shook his head, no, this was not the time to focus on them, he had to get Eridia, Elidae and the greenblood out of there. He took Aconan's hand, "Come on we have to--", he trailed off to listen to Sarcel gave her commands, this was the other troll who was at the door with the body in it wasn't it? Azrael let go of Aconon and waved his hand to get the older blueblood's attention "There are four of us over here!" Azreal called out, he was pretty sure that the girls were too shaken up to even go to the center of the room. "Eridia, Me, Elidae And--" he looked at Aconan, He couldn't remember their name at the moment, had he even heard it before leaving Leeroi's table? "--A greenblood are over here, I think one of them is in too much shock to move, so I'm giving you the headcount here and leading them out!" He quickly took another look around the room, sniffled, moved so that he could push on Aconan and Elidae to get them moving. Where had Hemera gone? He would have left Eridia with the other two if he didn't realize that she was in the midst of a breakdown. But, what if something happened to the tealblood like something had happened to Hazmas?
He pushed the thoughts aside as Sarcel barked her final orders "Come on you three, we have to get out of here," he gently squeezed Eridia's hand and pushed her to promote movement, he'd drag her if he had to but hoped that maybe just a gentle nudge would get her moving. He would probably break down about this later, but for now, he wouldn't let it scare him.
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MOVE NOW BREAKDOWN LATER
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' n ' come along sweet princess, we have to go. Let's not get burned.
Ringing. Her think pan rang loudly as she attempted to adjust the mixed emotions she felt in the moment. Everything happened so quick before her. She hadn't even registered Azrael speaking to her, mentioning something about not letting something fester. There was an unusual bitterness that overcame her. In the room, she was the only lowblood, aside from the orange streaking the nearby window and the redblood accompanying Leeroi. Funny. Maybe Eridia was actually right.
Between Eridia's screaming, an awkward Aconan, Azrael trying to soothe, the two highblood girls being shot, one of which doing a bizarre show of juggalo healing magic and stumbling off to collapse on the dead corpse in the room, Elidae certainly felt frazzled. A presence behind jolted her further, but she soon strangely relaxed. Was it comfort that Kursha was there, or simply relief that someone older and not bleeding was closely nearby? She listened to his words, eyes softening. Hang in just a little longer. Okay. She could do that. Then, Sarcel's voice broke through the room; Elidae's head perked up immediately. Leaning in on her speech, Elidae couldn't help but to smile at someone actually knowing what to do here. "Yes, Sir!" She finally said, giving Sarcel an energetic salute and a grin. She knew she had a good feeling about this blueblood. Azrael began to urge her to go, but...
"Her name is Aconan and she is a peach." Elidae repeated Hemera's words from earlier in the Central Hivestem, then suddenly became aware that said troll was still in the hallway in that room. "Shoot, okay. T-Take Eridia and Aconan- I'm staying behind to help the wounded. If you happen to find Hemera-she's a tealblood with glasses, in case you forgot her name, too-She's in the first door when entering the corridor. She stayed behind to do more investigating. Please help her out as well." Elidae gave Azrael a pleading looking, grabbing his hands for emphasis. She knew he to be capable of that much. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the blueblood she used to harbor feelings for, back talking Sarcel. Strangely, Elidae couldn't help but to grimace. Leave. She turned to the greenblood behind her, expression disappearing.
"Kursha." She said urgently, holding her quivering palms up, though the rest of her slowly become stationary. "What do I do? What can I help with? I don't know what to do here." Truthfully, she knew she wanted to assist, to do something, but here she was, feeling like lost wiggler. She was aware that he knew she wasn't capable of much, he made a point of it back in the tunnel, but still... "Should we start getting Miss Aiguma out?" She gave a hasty glance to the giant form laying on top of Comedi, eyes widening. Then, sweeping across the room, to Eostre's bloodied body. "Is Eostre okay?"
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